"Will you be seeing in the New Year? I say to a neighbour. "I''ll be in bed by 9 0'clock," he says," so that I can be fresh for New Year's Day."
I like the sound of porridge bubbling as it simmers. It sounds as if it is talking to itself.
A yellow primula is, unseasonably, in flower.
Fairly fresh and ready for boiled eggs... happy New Year Joe!
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